A Tongan Joke

Repeat.

Hodophilia

As I walked around Nuku’alofa, and rode around Tongatapu, the many pigs I saw wandering free reminded me of one of my long forgotten favourite jokes.  It goes like this:

So here I was walking along Fatafehi road, when I encountered a man walking with a pig.  The pig was trotting along beside him, with one wooden leg.  
“That is a sight one does not see often”, I said to him.  “How did your pig get a wooden leg?”
“This is a very special pig” the man said. “He saved my life. I was fishing from my canoe out past the point at Ha’atafu, when a sudden wave caught me unawares, and capsized my canoe.  The anchor rope wrapped around my leg, and the anchor stone dragged me down below the surface.  I was tangled up and suspended between the stone and the canoe.  
Luckily this pig…

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About Uisce úr

Though I am old with wandering Through hollow lands and hilly lands, I will find out where she has gone, And kiss her lips and take her hands; And walk among long dappled grass, And pluck till time and times are done, The silver apples of the moon, The golden apples of the sun.
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